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Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien has not had much experience with witches, but shrugs as the woman goes to take care of business.

Looking down at the pig, she smiles with some play on words, "Well, you are no bore are you, Kantowitz? You certain appear to be a witty piglet."

She skriches the animal behind his ears affectionately.

"Sorry, I have no truffles or treats. Hmm, but we are going shopping and your master can buy to some. Not too many, though. You would not want to make a pig of yourself now would you? "

The half-elven girl is happy to accompany the pig, she uses a minor cantrip to get rid of the happy little fart the animal exuded. Other than a bit of flatulence, Kantowitz appears to pleasant company to her.

Tyrien could swear Kantowitz raises an eyebrow as she casts her scented cantrip, though whether he's questioning her choice of scent or the implications of needing to cast it (or whether she's merely imagining it), she couldn't say.

As it appears the party has no further questions, the mayor merely bows to them, wishes them luck, and sends them off with Golthia and their ever-present Crow escort.

As promised, the walk to the local extension of the Pearl is a short one, though even a short walk is fairly miserable in the present tepid downpour. Golthia's prehensile hair forms itself into a vaguely serviceable umbrella above her head, while Kantowitz seems entirely unfazed by the rain and muck, and in fact at a few points seems to make a beeline for some of the deeper puddles.

"Through there you should find what you're after," the elder witch says when they reach their destination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be returning home. Assuming that's not been swallowed up by now."

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I'll give it to tomorrow in case anyone else wants to make preparatory purchases, then I assume you're headed back to the market?

Danae Golthia and Kantowitz have disappeared into the downpour by the time you all emerge from the Pearl, but your Crow guide still waits there, pitifully drenched. You twist as quickly and efficiently through the streets as the decline and rain will allow (and, for that matter, you're even starting to get some kind of bearings for your position in the tangle of alleys and buildings).

You also notice that the streets seem to be more active, though not with normal traffic; those souls you see appear to be running and hectic; more than a few start at the sight of you and bolt the other way.

When you arrive back at the roped off alley, the small group of Crows there is moving about excitedly. Rylidak practically charges in her agitation when she catches sight of you.

"Thank Torglarok you're back," she says. "I've been stalling as I could, but we've orders to leave. The gossip's spreading faster than a Xarrist purge, and panic's starting to build. All the Crows have been ordered to move out to sustain the peace in the more thickly populated areas. I'm sorry, but you'll have to continue your investigations alone."

Her gaze falls on your guide.

"You're with me, grunt," she says. The young man stammers a moment, but quickly falls in line.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do. I hope you took care of whatever diplomatic muck you got caught in with the mayor?"

Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien waves farewell to the pig and slips inside the shop. After a short while she rejoins the others, grumbling, "Hmmph, need to wait for something so inexpensive. I should just learn to make them myself."

With her bow in hand she stands ready to begin the underground sojourn and nods to Rylidak, "Yes, everything's fine. Thank you for asking. Lovely day in the rain, yeah?"

Kalgor and Gragnor

"The easy part with the mayor is over. Now to this mess." Drawing his greatsword, "Well, no more reasons to delay, so come on." He waves the cat forward as they enter the building, heading for the stairwell.

Gragnor first, Kalgor second"Bookss to the left, rrrubble to the rright."